Happy Sunday to one and all! We are having fun with storms in our area…not so much rain, but the humidity is stifling. I wear glasses and when I go outside I instantly become enshrouded in a fog…

Work blew by once again, but it gave me enough down time to write out my to-do list for the weekend. Bless dear hubby. I’m so impulsive and he’s so planned. I literally put my hands up in defeat when it came to reorganizing the back room once more and let his ideas be first in line. So far so good.

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This week is my final with one of my more dramatic works…Complications. First written in longhand in 1999.

Blurb:

Josh is a family man, a good doctor and a man in love… with his best friend. All is well until Greg discovers how he feels. Sadly, he doesn’t feel the same way.

Heartbroken, Josh finds love elsewhere, with Glenn, a much younger man. They have a whirlwind romance, until one flawed decision threatens to tear them apart forever.

With all the complications in his love life, will this doctor find a cure to mend his broken heart?

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Greg scooted away and licked his lip. He tasted blood. He faced his attacker and scowled. “You bastard! You know what you can do? Go fuck yourself because I hate you too! Piss off!”

“Fuck you too!” Josh refocused his anger. He dove towards the man and straddled him angrily.  The former best friends wrestled fiercely on the rocky shoreline.

Greg managed to push Josh away and returned a punch to Josh’s eye.

“Get off me! Get away from me and stay the fuck away from my family!”

Josh was about to strike him again but his emotions caught up with him as he watched blood trickle down Greg’s handsome face.  Shit, what the hell was he doing?  No matter how hurt he was himself, he couldn’t hurt Greg like that anymore.  He was being a selfish bastard. Damn it.  He released the grip on Greg’s hands and walked off into the bushes.

Free for the moment, Greg quickly gathered up the car keys. After a half-hour, Josh reappeared. His blood was dried but his sleeve had a streak of vomit on it from where he’d wiped his mouth. Josh wordlessly climbed into the back seat of the car as Greg slipped into the driver’s seat and drove them home in complete silence.

Eeeek! Where do they go from here? This is my last post for this book (for now)…what do you think will happen?